and i know, and i know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
Sarah,
You're possibly one of the smartest "girls who work at home depot" girls I've met. I'm glad you decided on English rather than your future in construction and flannel shirts. Though from the list of guys you've dated, I could understand the inclinations. You've improved your choice of majors and we can hope your choice in guys will improve as well. I look forward to gossip and solving world problems on the couch, though it has to be before the "old lady" goes to bed at 9.
Best of Luck,
Mr. Watson
i can't even describe why that means so much to me. but it does. and then there's this one entry that makes me cry every time i read it. my yearbook means something this year. and i couldn't be happier.
and i will try. for you. i can't guarantee that it won't happen again because it stings so beautifully... and there are certain facets of myself that i don't think i really have control over. but i've never thought of it that way. that in hurting myself i am hurting someone else. and you know what? you know me pretty well too. you know the things i don't want to admit that i know about myself.
and now i just have to smell you... hah. yup. smell.
watch out for falling book cases!
"When you're in black slacks with accentuating off-white pinstripes,
Whoa, everything goes according to plan."
You're possibly one of the smartest "girls who work at home depot" girls I've met. I'm glad you decided on English rather than your future in construction and flannel shirts. Though from the list of guys you've dated, I could understand the inclinations. You've improved your choice of majors and we can hope your choice in guys will improve as well. I look forward to gossip and solving world problems on the couch, though it has to be before the "old lady" goes to bed at 9.
Best of Luck,
Mr. Watson
i can't even describe why that means so much to me. but it does. and then there's this one entry that makes me cry every time i read it. my yearbook means something this year. and i couldn't be happier.
and i will try. for you. i can't guarantee that it won't happen again because it stings so beautifully... and there are certain facets of myself that i don't think i really have control over. but i've never thought of it that way. that in hurting myself i am hurting someone else. and you know what? you know me pretty well too. you know the things i don't want to admit that i know about myself.
and now i just have to smell you... hah. yup. smell.
watch out for falling book cases!
"When you're in black slacks with accentuating off-white pinstripes,
Whoa, everything goes according to plan."